Chapter 503 The celestial and spheres converge, I will fight with the stars
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
stars.
Whether in the world of magic or technology, this is a field full of secrets.
The spheres meet and the stars twinkle.
The wand in John's left hand turns, forming a closed Möbius loop.
The blade of the right hand absorbs the starlight.
His back spread out his wings, and the power of the stars entered his body through the wings.
John opened his eyes again, chaotic light flickered from his eyes, and in his eyes, everything turned into black and white.
"For taboos, I have gone further than you."
"Tom!"
John roared, and there was a terrifying click in Voldemort's ear.
Looking down, a dog came to him, opened its mouth full of jagged fangs and bit it down.
The tooth, which seemed to be inlaid with titanium alloy dog teeth, easily cut through Voldemort's ankle.
The pain entered Voldemort's brain in an instant.
"Damn!"
Voldemort flicked it, sending Tom flying.
At the same time, John manipulated the golden Mobius ring to form a closed field.
Voldemort found himself unable to get out of this area.
He is like a revolving lantern, no matter how he walks, he will return to the original point in the end.
"Time magic?"
Regarding time magic, Voldemort once wanted to study it in depth.
But as if it was a joke, he has no extraordinary talent in time magic.
Although he is proficient in a lot of black magic, in terms of time, he is far from going as far as John.
The wand in John's hand couldn't bear the huge force and broke suddenly.
Among the debris flying up from the wand, a silver-white soul fragment intertwined with gold and silver floated in the air.
John held the sword in both hands, and the chaotic dragon eyes looked straight at Voldemort.
"The wandering remnant soul returns to its master's body."
As the ancient whispers sounded, the golden and silver soul was swallowed by the sword of Silver Wick.
Voldemort felt that, somewhere, he was locked by a force.
This is a force he cannot escape.
With the soul as a prerequisite, even Voldemort cannot resist his own soul returning to his body.
John was being pulled out of life quickly, and his black hair was quickly graying.
The power of the stars poured into the sword of Silver Wick, and the red magic stone on the hilt converted this energy into magic power that John could control.
"Tom, you can't dodge this sword!"
Like death announcing his death, John held up his swords.
The bright and magnificent scene made people unable to take their eyes off.
Voldemort, caught in the time loop, wanted to escape frantically.
"No—!" The fear of death made Voldemort completely lose his dignity.
He tried various methods, and the wand in his hand continued to attack the field with powerful magic.
In the end, there was really no other way. He quickly conjured up more than a hundred silver shields to block himself.
It seems that this can make me feel safe.
However, John closed his eyes.
The sword of Silver Wick streaked across the air with a soft, soft silver light.
"The soul is coming back."
A sword mixed with Voldemort's remnant soul and time.
With that soft sigh.
Just a breath, let the more than a hundred shields be crossed.
On top of the taboo, John went too far.
So far that he can make a move against the sky.
This sword is earth-shattering when stored.
When it falls, it is light and silent.
Harry didn't see the catastrophic crack, the collapse.
Some are just the beautiful dream in the Mobius field turned into golden sand scattered.
The silver shield disappeared, and Voldemort stared blankly at his hands.
"wind?"
Out of nowhere, Harry felt the wind.
He looked up again.
John maintained the posture of raising his sword and cutting down, but his hair turned white at this moment.
Voldemort moved, and the gust of wind blew his body, causing a dark red line of blood to appear in his heart.
Move.
Get moving!
The desire to survive frantically turned in his brain, and Voldemort's face gradually turned grim.
The dark red blood line is getting longer and longer, symbolizing that Voldemort's death is coming.
In a trance, Voldemort seemed to see a black cloak standing not far away.
Under Harry's horrified gaze, the blood line actually stopped.
The sudden change made Voldemort ecstatic.
His brain was running fast, and he figured out why.
So he made a decision so that he could live.
Voldemort looked at John with a grim expression, "You really amaze me, but unfortunately you are wrong."
He raised his wand with a high, cold sound.
With a voice full of hatred and madness, he said word by word: "Hai! Ghost! Ye! Go!"
This person who has been crushed by death wants to turn himself into a monster.
Under the influence of the spell, Voldemort transformed his own soul.
John can't move a finger now.
The power of the stars, time and soul, drained his body.
He looked at Voldemort, whose soul was gradually turning black at this moment.
The sword in his hand slipped and plunged into the ground.
"Hahaha——" Voldemort was already mad, and he looked at John full of resentment, "You should aim for my head."
"You use my soul to attack me, I have to admit that if it was me, I would be dead."
Voldemort said, "Unfortunately, you forgot one thing."
Seeing that John was powerless to fight any more, Voldemort spread his hands and said frantically, "Do you know why I must start a war this year?"
"Because of love."
"Yes, love!"
He asked and answered, looking at Harry, and when Harry was puzzled, he said, "Love from Lily Potter!"
"impossible!"
Harry's pupils trembled, and he said loudly, "This is impossible!"
"Have you forgotten, Savior?" Voldemort broke through his limit and avoided the mortal attack, "I have your blood on my body, and it also continues your mother's magic."
Harry couldn't believe it, remembering that Voldemort had been resurrected with his own blood.
John scowled.
"That's right!" Voldemort said happily, enjoying the defeat of his rival at the moment, "If it wasn't for your mother's love, if it wasn't for my soul as a vehicle to attack, I would be dead now."
Everything is a chess move.
Voldemort once relied on Harry's blood to be resurrected, and he has the same blood as Harry.
The magic of Lily's love protects Harry from Voldemort until he becomes an adult.
And John happened to use Voldemort's soul.
Everything is too coincidental.
It seems that even God is helping Voldemort.
"Dumbledore is right, love transcends death!"
Those who don't know how to love the most, those who trample on love, are actually protected by love.
How ironic.
"Eternal life of the devil!" Voldemort shouted evilly, "and the old enemy of the devil is just a stepping stone."
Harry was utterly hopeless, neither Dumbledore nor John could defeat Voldemort.
Who else can?
Savior?
Harry gritted his teeth and stood up, running to John.
"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Harry who raised his wand, and sneered, "It seems that you are still dreaming of the savior."
"No, I just..." Harry took a deep breath, "I want to protect Hogwarts."
John looked at Harry, not expecting him to be standing in front of him.
but……
"There's no need for a savior here, Harry."
Strangely calm, John said to Harry, "Get out of the way."
"John, you're going to die!" Harry didn't want to watch John die.
"You are young after all."
John shook his head slightly, barely straightened his body, and looked up at Voldemort, who was about to end his troubles forever.
He said calmly: "Nemesis? Voldemort, you seem to have made a mistake."
Behind Voldemort, in the bleak darkness.
Step out alone.
"I have never been the old enemy you predicted from the beginning to the end."
"Your old enemy," John chuckled, "have you forgotten?"
"The two boys."
Just like in the first grade, Voldemort's right hand was cut off by a sword, and he turned and looked in disbelief.
Neville held a dark golden sword, his arms bulging.
The sword with the power to destroy demons cut open the body of the great demon walking in the night.
"For my old friend, for the Star Club, and for my king!"
Neville roared, "I'm going to kill you, Voldemort!"
He held the sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword pierced through his chest, spattering dark red blood.
This sword directly penetrated Voldemort's heart.
That heart was completely pierced.
Neville growled and kicked Voldemort.
The thin black robe became more transparent as if the color had faded at this moment.
Voldemort couldn't believe it.
This time, he no longer has the magic of love.
Voldemort, who was willing to degenerate into a hundred ghosts, lost the right to be loved.
July's boy, Neville Longbottom.
A prophesied possible savior.
The Devil marked his old enemy, Voldemort's old enemy, which was no longer Harry Potter, but the Society of Stars.
so.....
Voldemort, Tom Riddle.
He was kicked and staggered back, the remaining left hand was opened, and the slender pupils were turned upwards in the red eyes.
He fell to the ground.
The way he least expected, and the person he looked down on the most.
The most powerful Dark Lord, his body was limp and twitching like a mortal at this moment.
The death and powerlessness brought about by blood loss filled him with fear.
Pale hands stretched out towards the mirror.
This time, he was no longer untouchable.
John didn't lie to him, his soul was the key to unlock it.
The golden chalice appears in the mirror.
Look through the mirror and the Holy Grail is there.
With the desire and will to survive, Voldemort touched with great devotion what he pursued in his life.
"It's close, it's close!"
Voldemort's body was gradually dissipating, like burning ashes, being blown away by the wind.
at the last minute.
He touched the Holy Grail.
Immortality, immortality, rule the wizarding world.
It seems that everything is in sight.
There was a smile on his face.
however……
"Forgot to tell you, it's cursed with the opal necklace I transplanted that killed nineteen Muggles."
John's voice came faintly.
Voldemort's smile froze.
I thought it was hope, but in the Holy Grail, a stronger curse was delivered.
...
Whether in the world of magic or technology, this is a field full of secrets.
The spheres meet and the stars twinkle.
The wand in John's left hand turns, forming a closed Möbius loop.
The blade of the right hand absorbs the starlight.
His back spread out his wings, and the power of the stars entered his body through the wings.
John opened his eyes again, chaotic light flickered from his eyes, and in his eyes, everything turned into black and white.
"For taboos, I have gone further than you."
"Tom!"
John roared, and there was a terrifying click in Voldemort's ear.
Looking down, a dog came to him, opened its mouth full of jagged fangs and bit it down.
The tooth, which seemed to be inlaid with titanium alloy dog teeth, easily cut through Voldemort's ankle.
The pain entered Voldemort's brain in an instant.
"Damn!"
Voldemort flicked it, sending Tom flying.
At the same time, John manipulated the golden Mobius ring to form a closed field.
Voldemort found himself unable to get out of this area.
He is like a revolving lantern, no matter how he walks, he will return to the original point in the end.
"Time magic?"
Regarding time magic, Voldemort once wanted to study it in depth.
But as if it was a joke, he has no extraordinary talent in time magic.
Although he is proficient in a lot of black magic, in terms of time, he is far from going as far as John.
The wand in John's hand couldn't bear the huge force and broke suddenly.
Among the debris flying up from the wand, a silver-white soul fragment intertwined with gold and silver floated in the air.
John held the sword in both hands, and the chaotic dragon eyes looked straight at Voldemort.
"The wandering remnant soul returns to its master's body."
As the ancient whispers sounded, the golden and silver soul was swallowed by the sword of Silver Wick.
Voldemort felt that, somewhere, he was locked by a force.
This is a force he cannot escape.
With the soul as a prerequisite, even Voldemort cannot resist his own soul returning to his body.
John was being pulled out of life quickly, and his black hair was quickly graying.
The power of the stars poured into the sword of Silver Wick, and the red magic stone on the hilt converted this energy into magic power that John could control.
"Tom, you can't dodge this sword!"
Like death announcing his death, John held up his swords.
The bright and magnificent scene made people unable to take their eyes off.
Voldemort, caught in the time loop, wanted to escape frantically.
"No—!" The fear of death made Voldemort completely lose his dignity.
He tried various methods, and the wand in his hand continued to attack the field with powerful magic.
In the end, there was really no other way. He quickly conjured up more than a hundred silver shields to block himself.
It seems that this can make me feel safe.
However, John closed his eyes.
The sword of Silver Wick streaked across the air with a soft, soft silver light.
"The soul is coming back."
A sword mixed with Voldemort's remnant soul and time.
With that soft sigh.
Just a breath, let the more than a hundred shields be crossed.
On top of the taboo, John went too far.
So far that he can make a move against the sky.
This sword is earth-shattering when stored.
When it falls, it is light and silent.
Harry didn't see the catastrophic crack, the collapse.
Some are just the beautiful dream in the Mobius field turned into golden sand scattered.
The silver shield disappeared, and Voldemort stared blankly at his hands.
"wind?"
Out of nowhere, Harry felt the wind.
He looked up again.
John maintained the posture of raising his sword and cutting down, but his hair turned white at this moment.
Voldemort moved, and the gust of wind blew his body, causing a dark red line of blood to appear in his heart.
Move.
Get moving!
The desire to survive frantically turned in his brain, and Voldemort's face gradually turned grim.
The dark red blood line is getting longer and longer, symbolizing that Voldemort's death is coming.
In a trance, Voldemort seemed to see a black cloak standing not far away.
Under Harry's horrified gaze, the blood line actually stopped.
The sudden change made Voldemort ecstatic.
His brain was running fast, and he figured out why.
So he made a decision so that he could live.
Voldemort looked at John with a grim expression, "You really amaze me, but unfortunately you are wrong."
He raised his wand with a high, cold sound.
With a voice full of hatred and madness, he said word by word: "Hai! Ghost! Ye! Go!"
This person who has been crushed by death wants to turn himself into a monster.
Under the influence of the spell, Voldemort transformed his own soul.
John can't move a finger now.
The power of the stars, time and soul, drained his body.
He looked at Voldemort, whose soul was gradually turning black at this moment.
The sword in his hand slipped and plunged into the ground.
"Hahaha——" Voldemort was already mad, and he looked at John full of resentment, "You should aim for my head."
"You use my soul to attack me, I have to admit that if it was me, I would be dead."
Voldemort said, "Unfortunately, you forgot one thing."
Seeing that John was powerless to fight any more, Voldemort spread his hands and said frantically, "Do you know why I must start a war this year?"
"Because of love."
"Yes, love!"
He asked and answered, looking at Harry, and when Harry was puzzled, he said, "Love from Lily Potter!"
"impossible!"
Harry's pupils trembled, and he said loudly, "This is impossible!"
"Have you forgotten, Savior?" Voldemort broke through his limit and avoided the mortal attack, "I have your blood on my body, and it also continues your mother's magic."
Harry couldn't believe it, remembering that Voldemort had been resurrected with his own blood.
John scowled.
"That's right!" Voldemort said happily, enjoying the defeat of his rival at the moment, "If it wasn't for your mother's love, if it wasn't for my soul as a vehicle to attack, I would be dead now."
Everything is a chess move.
Voldemort once relied on Harry's blood to be resurrected, and he has the same blood as Harry.
The magic of Lily's love protects Harry from Voldemort until he becomes an adult.
And John happened to use Voldemort's soul.
Everything is too coincidental.
It seems that even God is helping Voldemort.
"Dumbledore is right, love transcends death!"
Those who don't know how to love the most, those who trample on love, are actually protected by love.
How ironic.
"Eternal life of the devil!" Voldemort shouted evilly, "and the old enemy of the devil is just a stepping stone."
Harry was utterly hopeless, neither Dumbledore nor John could defeat Voldemort.
Who else can?
Savior?
Harry gritted his teeth and stood up, running to John.
"Oh?" Voldemort looked at Harry who raised his wand, and sneered, "It seems that you are still dreaming of the savior."
"No, I just..." Harry took a deep breath, "I want to protect Hogwarts."
John looked at Harry, not expecting him to be standing in front of him.
but……
"There's no need for a savior here, Harry."
Strangely calm, John said to Harry, "Get out of the way."
"John, you're going to die!" Harry didn't want to watch John die.
"You are young after all."
John shook his head slightly, barely straightened his body, and looked up at Voldemort, who was about to end his troubles forever.
He said calmly: "Nemesis? Voldemort, you seem to have made a mistake."
Behind Voldemort, in the bleak darkness.
Step out alone.
"I have never been the old enemy you predicted from the beginning to the end."
"Your old enemy," John chuckled, "have you forgotten?"
"The two boys."
Just like in the first grade, Voldemort's right hand was cut off by a sword, and he turned and looked in disbelief.
Neville held a dark golden sword, his arms bulging.
The sword with the power to destroy demons cut open the body of the great demon walking in the night.
"For my old friend, for the Star Club, and for my king!"
Neville roared, "I'm going to kill you, Voldemort!"
He held the sword in both hands, and the tip of the sword pierced through his chest, spattering dark red blood.
This sword directly penetrated Voldemort's heart.
That heart was completely pierced.
Neville growled and kicked Voldemort.
The thin black robe became more transparent as if the color had faded at this moment.
Voldemort couldn't believe it.
This time, he no longer has the magic of love.
Voldemort, who was willing to degenerate into a hundred ghosts, lost the right to be loved.
July's boy, Neville Longbottom.
A prophesied possible savior.
The Devil marked his old enemy, Voldemort's old enemy, which was no longer Harry Potter, but the Society of Stars.
so.....
Voldemort, Tom Riddle.
He was kicked and staggered back, the remaining left hand was opened, and the slender pupils were turned upwards in the red eyes.
He fell to the ground.
The way he least expected, and the person he looked down on the most.
The most powerful Dark Lord, his body was limp and twitching like a mortal at this moment.
The death and powerlessness brought about by blood loss filled him with fear.
Pale hands stretched out towards the mirror.
This time, he was no longer untouchable.
John didn't lie to him, his soul was the key to unlock it.
The golden chalice appears in the mirror.
Look through the mirror and the Holy Grail is there.
With the desire and will to survive, Voldemort touched with great devotion what he pursued in his life.
"It's close, it's close!"
Voldemort's body was gradually dissipating, like burning ashes, being blown away by the wind.
at the last minute.
He touched the Holy Grail.
Immortality, immortality, rule the wizarding world.
It seems that everything is in sight.
There was a smile on his face.
however……
"Forgot to tell you, it's cursed with the opal necklace I transplanted that killed nineteen Muggles."
John's voice came faintly.
Voldemort's smile froze.
I thought it was hope, but in the Holy Grail, a stronger curse was delivered.
...
